I have been thinking lots about traveling lately. I think that moving and traveling are different things: Traveling makes you world-aware, but Moving makes you self-centered. And so I am worried about the new city and the old love and the ways in which those things will work--when I am moving to another place... will I be a Traveler or will I just Move?
I can see the worries manifesting themselves in my writing--discussing identification and definition, I find myself waxing sentimental--which is the opposite of good in an academic work. Actually, waxing sentimental is annoying in alot of places. Moving makes you self-centered.
And then I heard from a good friend this morning--one of her family members died last night, suddenly, and in terrible circumstances. Before I went to bed, I saw that I had missed her calls. And, thinking to myself, "I am weary with worry, and tired of words--I'll call her tomorrow." And I went to bed.
Moving makes you self-centered.
What if you thought of moving as if it were traveling, but with a lot of luggage?
ReplyDeleteOr is it the baggage that keeps one from being world aware?
I think that's a good combo--paying attention to the world while still carrying your favorite shoes. I honestly don't know how much fun traveling would be without my favorite pair of shoes. Or my five favorite pairs of shoes.
ReplyDeleteI think you may be right about the baggage, man...